I could not believe it, they both knew what that did to me, they knew that saying that would make me uncontrollably horny, craving a cock, craving sex, my cunt pulsed and throbbed with desire. I stood there looking at my sister’s apartment building. It had been over 10 years since I last saw her, I knew she had not moved. I also knew she could still be mad a...
This story chronicles the adventures of slave stacie, which is a sub story of the larger narrative of SirCarl and His "littleone." This series is about stacie, a new slave; she will have much to learn before Sir renames her thereby making her part of His ever-growing family. All participants are over the age of 30 (even a true Dominant knows never to reveal...
Everyone in Jill Barnes' bedroom sat back to catch their breath after the furious orgy they'd just enjoyed with the tall brunette. There were seven men getting high and partying down on that New Year's Eve of 1999, as the 21st century approached. After he had finally finished cumming, Mike pulled out and walked over to the dresser, where he packed a pipe a...
ROGER, JEANNIE AND MELANIE ON TUESDAY Roger and Melanie were at Jeannie's home at about 5:30 p.m. Jeannie welcomed Roger and Melanie with hugs. She wore burgundy colored shorts, a light pink tank top that showed considerable cleavage, and sandals. She had on pink lipstick, and a pink bead necklace and dangling bead earrings. She had on wire-rimmed glasses....
Jason was in a heaven that he never knew he wanted. Needed. He was tucked between two huge, gorgeous men who were subtly vying for his attention. Javier, whose cock he had fantasized about for years, and Erik, whose cock had been fucking him steadily for days. Both of those cocks were within twitching distance of his hands. Jason wrapped his arms around thei...
Hello readers, Thank you all for reading Dark Chocolate: A Mature Story. This is continuation of that story. The character Keisha was introduced briefly in chapter two of that tale, and for some reason I feel compelled to tell her story. I must state that these are fictional characters and exist solely in my imagination. This is an interracial love story....
For every skill that exists, there is someone who is better at that particular skill than everyone else in the world. It is simply a matter of logic. Whether it is sprinting one hundred meters, hurling a baseball sixty feet, driving an automobile, or even eating hot dogs, someone, right now, is the best in the world at that particular skill. This is the stor...
Chapter Nine Hmmm, heaven was built on spicy Szechwan chicken. Michelle popped the last bite into her mouth and sat back on the couch, her hand on her flat stomach. She had changed clothing before sitting down with Nick and the food, putting on a pair of short black leggings and an oversized FBI tee shirt her brother had gotten for her when he went to Quant...
A big thanks to Lady_Sith for all she does to help me out. And another thank you to those readers who have e-mailed me and continued a conversation. The constant Q&A about this universe is fun, and inspirational to me. As always, comments are always appreciated. Thank you for reading, Axle. ****** The thick concrete that had once protected Simon and El...
NOTE-- Same caveat and general sucking-up, dear readers. Family demands are still moderate to severe and writing time minimal, so this is again an early draft. Most of the basics, but stuff like period-appropriate language suffers. Mea culpa, adiuta fortuna. Grovelling, etc, etc. I also got carried away with the sex scenes, which slightly screwed up the orde...